Falwell, RIP

Via Tiny Revolution (and the New Yorker), an excerpt from Fallwell’s autobiography:

There were times that Dad’s pranks bordered on cruelty. One of his oil-company workers, a one-legged man he nicknamed “Crip” Smith, complained about everything. Dad and Crip’s co-workers got tired of the old man’s bellyaching and decided to take revenge. One morning Crip called in sick and Dad volunteered to send by lunch to his grateful but suspicious employee. Dad and his chums caught Crip’s old black tomcat, killed it, skinned it, and cooked it in the kitchen of one of Dad’s little restaurants. They called it squirrel meat and delivered it to Crip on a linen-covered tray. When Crip returned to work the next morning, Dad and his co-conspirators asked him how he liked his meal. They knew he would complain even about a free home-cooked lunch, and when Crip called it “the toughest squirrel meat” he had ever eaten, they were glad to tell him why.

Bordered on cruelty? That’s some serious Jack Bauer shit right there.

Growing up with that kind of family explains, even if it doesn’t justify, Falwell’s hate-mongering over the rest of his career. (See also The Power of Narrative for further commentary on psychology and evil).

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